Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.